Chapter 4
Underwear on the Outside
Right.
well, moving to Metropolis was interresting enough but i new that somehow i would have to make a name for my self.
First chance came before i even had the chance to take off my shoes, and luck behold, it was thanks to Lex Luthor.
Ahh, the joys of dramatic irony.
i was walking down the street, on apartment watch when i suddenly saw the new airway (subway in the sky) banging its way towards the daily planet. What's a superhuman alien to do?
well, i stopped the damned thing and made front page of the newspapers thanks to some exploiting little bitch named Lane.
so here i was forced out of secrecy without a plan. so what does a superhuman alien do?
sew.
yea.
I picked my faveorite colours. Red, Blue and Yellow and made a blue spandex suit along with a red cape. i found that spandex is a bit, uh, revealing. note the 'underwear on the outside bit. i made them a touch too big so i bought a yellow belt. But a symbol?
for once in my life school came in handy as i remembered a 'S' that i had once made in shop class. i made a similar one for my chest and cape.
i looked like a fruit cake.
whatever fits i guess.
so here travels the gayest looking man alive wearing spandex and a red cape with a huge 'S' plastered across his chest, saving innocent people from peril and doom, yet not getting laid when he goes home.
they called my superman.
superman.
what the HELL is up with that?
yet passive Clark Kent the reporter stuffs throw late work to lazy to patrol the streets like an idiot again, presumeably alone in the daily planet office drinking coffee.
i didn't know then that Lois Lane had passed out behind her desk spilling scotch all over the floor, nor did i know that she woke up when she heard Lex Luthor Gucci shoes step into the office and his voice say 'Long time no fuck kent.'
if that DIDN'T wake her up i'd have been shocked.
Underwear on the Outside
Right.
well, moving to Metropolis was interresting enough but i new that somehow i would have to make a name for my self.
First chance came before i even had the chance to take off my shoes, and luck behold, it was thanks to Lex Luthor.
Ahh, the joys of dramatic irony.
i was walking down the street, on apartment watch when i suddenly saw the new airway (subway in the sky) banging its way towards the daily planet. What's a superhuman alien to do?
well, i stopped the damned thing and made front page of the newspapers thanks to some exploiting little bitch named Lane.
so here i was forced out of secrecy without a plan. so what does a superhuman alien do?
sew.
yea.
I picked my faveorite colours. Red, Blue and Yellow and made a blue spandex suit along with a red cape. i found that spandex is a bit, uh, revealing. note the 'underwear on the outside bit. i made them a touch too big so i bought a yellow belt. But a symbol?
for once in my life school came in handy as i remembered a 'S' that i had once made in shop class. i made a similar one for my chest and cape.
i looked like a fruit cake.
whatever fits i guess.
so here travels the gayest looking man alive wearing spandex and a red cape with a huge 'S' plastered across his chest, saving innocent people from peril and doom, yet not getting laid when he goes home.
they called my superman.
superman.
what the HELL is up with that?
yet passive Clark Kent the reporter stuffs throw late work to lazy to patrol the streets like an idiot again, presumeably alone in the daily planet office drinking coffee.
i didn't know then that Lois Lane had passed out behind her desk spilling scotch all over the floor, nor did i know that she woke up when she heard Lex Luthor Gucci shoes step into the office and his voice say 'Long time no fuck kent.'
if that DIDN'T wake her up i'd have been shocked.